Eirene

Ding ding ding, goes Ouran's fork on a glass as he clears his throat.

Yes, that's right. Grandpa has a few words he'd like to say.

Once he has (mostly) everyone's attention: "..."

Words. He had them, now he doesn't.

"... Eirene, Clark, you have my blessing, now and always. May the rays of love forever shine down upon you and... congratulations!"

Ouranos: not the most eloquent of gods. (At least he stopped shooting Clark glares of doom?)

He quickly sits back down, taking a big gulp from the wine glass in front of him.